Strange fingers painting on a rock that may bury them
all that you've known since your first breath,
painting lies till your death.
The flame that protects you from your own future
one day, will burn you down and all that you've known.
Crowds worshipping themselves or their money,
their fashion, their addiction. All that you've known.
Ruining lives, it's a pose before the truth,
a pose before pursuing heart and right values!
There's more than you see,
no more slavery, set yourself free!
It's not too late to open our eyes.
It's not too late to stop
the restriction of rights.
It's not too late to open our eyes.
And if the sun rises again
and the one still reigns
hearts that build the walls,
I won't agree.
You're not a god,
you're not the one that determines my life.
